Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Raven

We got EAP in the tonight, Edgar Allan Poe
America's anti-transcendentalist
We're taking back, way back
Nineteenth century

Who's that
(Who's that)
Who's that at my chamber door?
Mr.
(Mister)
All up in my grill nevermore

Kick it upon a midnight dreary
While I kicked it weak and
Dark and cold just like Lake
Brand new sample, clear me

While I nearly napping
Suddenly came a tapping
Up like, "What?", thunder
Clapping in my brain like Halflings

Staffing me, I put down
Cell phone mute like Hilton
Open window, built in
a changing like Bob Dylan

Twenty-pound bird black as be
Cold feet cold aimed straight at me
Grim face, grim stare, death
that raven nevermore

Who's rapping?
(Who's that)
that rapping at my chamber door?
Mr.
(Mister)
All up in my grill like

I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, by angels from me
Alone with books, harbinger of visiting me
(Hey, me)
"Can I help you, prophet? If you got a problem, look, I'll solve it"
He checked my hook, DJ it
Perched on Pallas, chalice it

"Tell me, Sir, please, if you can, am I good or evil
What can I say, what can I do, will I be rid of you?"
"Nevermore, he at me, hating on this fresh MC
Satanic raven, Niche glee, killing me softly like the

Now I feel worse, my verse is terse, joy inverse just like Durst
Call a nurse, disperse my put this process in reverse
Wish I'd had some warning first, MC Lars, '88
Now I'll be Slug or Murs, under that black raven's curse

The ravens eyes still have the seeming of a that is dreaming
Lamplight him still streaming
Hear my screaming, hear me
My soul still floats there on that and shall be lifted nevermore.
Afflicted calm, Michael Moore, canonized piece, US folklore

Who's rapping?
(Who's that)
Who's that rapping at my door?
Mr.
(Mister)
All up in my grill like

house? Raven's house